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Saturday, August 15, 2015

Will you commit class suicide with me?

Excellent piece on the unpacking of white, middle-class privilege by Dr. Rolf Straubhaar:

Challenging white privilege—something that has been reinforced for
decades to the point of becoming ‘common sense’—requires a regular, committed,
and long-term unpacking of assumptions and behaviour; an explicit effort to
recognize and refute the privileges we are afforded.

As with all forms of privilege (e.g., heterosexual, religious, non-trans, documented status, etc.), white privilege is a bias that must be named and acted upon whenever and wherever it presents itself. Without keeping it in check as this piece illustrates, not only results in biased interventions to help those not so privileged, but it reconstitutes the very problematic of white, middle-class privilege itself, and thusly, the ideology of racial superiority.

When
I was eight years old, I lived with my family in the giant metroplex of São Paulo, Brazil. One evening my parents
took us to the movies to see Back to the Future Part II,
a relative luxury in what were very troubled times for the Brazilian economy.

On
the way out of the film, as my imagination soared on dreams of riding a hoverboard just like the characters on the
screen, we passed by several street-children wearing worn-out clothes. The oldest
of them looked to be about my age, and she was pushing two toddlers in a
wheelbarrow and holding a sign that asked for money.

At this point in my life, my main concerns were waking up in time for my
morning cartoons and remembering to buy my favourite comics every month. Yet
there in front of me was a child just like me in years who was already responsible
for feeding herself and two other children. It was the first time that I
remember feeling the reality of income inequality, and much later in life, it
provided a formative experience for me as I began to study ‘white privilege,’ ‘white supremacy,’ and
the ‘white saviour complex.’ By ‘white saviour complex’ I mean the idea that socially privileged
individuals possess, simply by virtue of their position, some unique ability or
power to help less-privileged people in ways they’re unable to help themselves.
In hierarchical societies both the one per cent and the 99 per cent routinely
receive messages implying that their respective positions are natural,
justified and based on merit.These messages translate easily into a belief in superior wisdom and
capability for those who are born into privilege. We see this reflected
constantly in the media we consume, which elevates narratives portraying noble
white saviours helping marginalized people of color who are seemingly unable to
help themselves—the self-sacrificing small-town lawyer who represents black
defendants in the American South in To Kill a Mockingbird,
for example,or the rich white woman who
adopts a black teenage boy in The Blind Sideand
encourages him to pursue a career in American football.I grew up surrounded by these narratives and found them immensely
appealing. I wanted to use the law to stand up for the downtrodden like Atticus Finch, or help a bunch of lost
black and brown students to find purpose and self-confidence like Michelle
Pfeiffer in Dangerous Minds or Hilary Swank in Freedom Writers. The role of people
like me in narratives like these was very clear and—fresh out of college—I was
on fire to get started.My cognitive dissonance emerged about halfway through my second job in
international development, while I was working for an NGO in adult education in
rural Mozambique. I had worked in this field before, as an English as a Second Language
instructor in Houston and with community organizations in Northeast Brazil. But
many of the Mozambican staff in the organization had much more experience than
I did, and most were many years my senior.Yet time and time again, they would ask me for advice and guidance,
often with regard to tasks that were far outside my professional purview. And
time and time again, I would give my uninformed opinion. That’s when the
question hit me: why did I keep on pretending? The answer, though painful at
first, was obvious—it was because I held an implicit belief that I brought a
greater understanding, vision, or something
to the job by virtue of who I was and where I came from. In other words, I had
a well-developed white saviour complex.What can be done to dismantle a sense of entitlement like this that’s
built up over many years of experience and socialization and reinforced every
day? In the nine years since I started that job in Mozambique I’ve been trying to find out the answer to that conundrum.
The process of questioning usually begins with some event or series of events
that makes your privilege crystal clear—just like my realization in Mozambique.
But in isolation, such experiences don’t produce much change, especially if you
let them pass without any serious reflection.Challenging white privilege—something that has been reinforced for
decades to the point of becoming ‘common sense’—requires a regular, committed,
and long-term unpacking of assumptions and behaviour; an explicit effort to
recognize and refute the privileges we are afforded. To quote the Brazilian educator
Paulo Freire, it
requires that people like me be willing to commit ‘class suicide.’A commitment to class suicide is a process, not a singular event. It
must be re-enjoined again and again, every time a benefit is offered, every
time status is implicitly conferred, and every time advantages are provided that
have no basis in merit or achievement. Recognizing that privilege is unearned
is essential to this process. If this doesn’t happen, whatever actions we may
undertake out of a sense of social responsibility may be held up by a latent social Darwinism, an implicit assumption
that I am in a privileged position to help because I deserve to be.
Unfortunately this is typically what happens, especially in the ‘helping
professions’ like international development, foreign aid, NGOs and
philanthropy. I know, because it’s happened to me.I can think of dozens of moments when I’ve let this recognition slide,
sometimes because I’ve wanted the personal benefits that come with privilege,
and at other times because I’ve acted out of pride—not wanting to give up the
idea that I had earned or deserved what I was given. Here’s an example:Some years ago I was teaching third grade school children on the Navajo Nation in Shiprock, New Mexico.
At the end of one school year, we found out that the students’ test scores had risen
dramatically, improving the school’s position on the state’s performance rankings.
While I was one of three third grade teachers, I was new to the school that
year, and I remember that many more teachers, administrators and parents came
to thank me than went into the classrooms of my two other colleagues. They were
both older Navajo women, and I was a white man in my mid-20s. But I did nothing
to share the appreciation of any of my well-wishers with my co-workers.I don’t make excuses for decisions like these, since there are none to
be made. I shouldn’t have to wait for others to point them out to me since
dealing with privilege isn’t someone else’s job – it’s mine. And while ‘class
suicide’ may seem intimidating, it’s a clear and abiding responsibility for
everyone who is born and raised with privilege. If you think that’s unfair,
consider it a simple act of rebalancing power and opportunity in the world. What’s
truly unfair is that people who don’t share your privileges are assumed to be
less deserving.If you are reading this and are in any way like me—that is, if you are
engaged in social justice work and are at the same time white, or male, or from
a privileged social class, or heterosexual, or cisgender, or able-bodied, or a
member of a dominant religious tradition such as Christianity, or any
combination of the above—I hope you’ll look inside and consider the possibility
that the personal motivations behind your work are linked to a white saviour
complex, at least to some extent.Only when we are willing to recognize this bias and give it a name can
we begin to work against it. And only in naming it can we engage honestly with
our colleagues in the pursuit of true equality and justice.